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(KOAT Albuquerque)   "I am sorry I could not pay the entire restaurant bill 15 years ago, but here is the money for the rest of that bill with some nice interest to it"   (koat.com) divider line 4
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2013-05-17 01:21:49 PM
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TNel: Better yet "I get a ton of free press and good costumer relations by only paying $40"  Decent story, just why did they have to run to the newspapers?


I feel that, because of all the stupid and depressing stories that keep going around (Boston, Texas, Mother's Day, IRS, Benghazi, etc.), the public needs to hear some sappy stories.
2013-05-17 01:59:01 PM
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boarch: FTFA: "Sometimes it pays off to be a nice guy," Hjortkjaer said. "It made me feel good. I went and bought myself a bouquet of flowers!"

Seriously dude?


When I was a chef at a hotel in a college town, my self and two other chefs would get off on every other Friday, payday, and each buy one dozen roses. Then we would decide upon who would get a rose from us. Fat girls, skinny girls, Girls in red. Girls in blue, blondes, redheads, we picked a different category each time. And we would all three approach the ladies and hand them ach a rose, and go off in search of the next one to gift a rose to. When the roses were all gone, we could go drinking, having done our good deed. On our last day together as chefs, we had each bought our bouquet, and were passing in front of a shoe store trying to decide who should get roses tonight. We stopped and looked in and there sat three sales girls, all alone, heads in hand, no customers, looking as depressed as a commissioned sales person could look. We walked in and broke the rule. We handed each girl one dozen roses. A bouquet from each of us. And without a word. Turned and left.

We had to get to our last night of drinking together early.
2013-05-17 01:35:58 PM
1 votes:
As a young, drunken teen I helped a friend smash the windshield of a teachers car that he hated. I instantly regretted it, especially when we drove by later at night to see the old man sweeping up glass in the rain. It gnawed at me for years until one day I grabbed my checkbook and drove to his house. I went to the door feeling pretty good that I was finally going to square up with the old man. The person who answered informed me the old man died the previous summer. I was so pissed I smashed her windshield.
2013-05-17 01:28:09 PM
1 votes:
A friend and I did a dine-and-dash once when I was in high school and I've felt like complete shiat about it ever since.  I guess it's one of those things you do to test your own character, or something.  And then you find out whether you're the type to run out on a bill and think it's cool, or the type to think, "What the fark was I thinking."

If I could remember where it was, and find the waitress (who is probably dead and buried by now) I'd give her the price of the check times 10.  But then I suppose if I add up all the extra-fat tips I've given waitstaff when they were super-busy and working their asses off yet still remained cheerful, I'm probably even.

/not really
 
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